Dairy Stories

❝ 𝑶𝒅𝒉 𝒌𝒆 𝑫𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝑹𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒌𝒊 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒓 𝑨𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝑴𝒆𝒊𝒏 ⁠♡ 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒉𝒂 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒂⁠ ♡ 𝑫𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒁𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒂, 𝑱𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒂 𝑭𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝑱𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆 𝑲𝒂 𝑾𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝑺𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒂 ❞ A story where a bag exchange becomes the beginning of a love neither of them was ready for. ✧࣪˖ 𓂃 ❀ · · · 🦋 · · · ❀ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ✧ 𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓱 𝔁 𝓡𝓪𝓭𝓱𝓲𝓴𝓪 🌷 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "No, This one's mine." She said clearly I know I put my bag here and it's in the same position as it was....what the hell, he is weird like he has his bag in his hand and he is just messing around.... what did he think... I have no time for this bullshit... Her mind was telling her ... just ignore him and walk "I just thought..." he added "𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Her heart felt unbearably small beneath the weight of her own prayer. "Mujhe ab sirf sukoon chahiye..." A tear slid down her cheek. "𝑴𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒔𝒉 𝒅𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒋𝒊𝒚𝒆..." He looked at her blank shock...And for reasons even he didn't fully understand...He smiled Naturally. "𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐, 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." he said looking at her ━━━━━━━

Eleven years married. Two children. One house she has never fully felt was hers. Then, in the middle of an ordinary fight, four careless words: "This house is mine. You can leave." She said nothing back. She never does - not in the moment. This is her diary, written after midnight when no one's watching: the labour nobody counts, the woman she slowly stopped being, and the one question she keeps circling back to under every ordinary day of this marriage - Is this really a home? Or just a house she's been allowed to stay in, for now?

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙈𝙖𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙥. 𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨. 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙫𝙖𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨. 𝙀𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨. 𝘼 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝘼 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙪𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙚'𝙨 𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝘼 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡. 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚. 𝘼𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩, 𝙈𝙖𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩: "𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣." 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙈𝙖𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘

its all about my own feelings , feelings that cannot be told to anyone ..

It's just silly dairy of macaque taking care of my oc. (This is type of book where readers interact with it so welcome for everyone suggestions)

Every day, the diary demands a new entry. Every entry changes something. At first, it felt harmless - just thoughts, secrets, anger, pain. But strange things started happening after the words appeared on the pages. People changed. Truths surfaced. Lives fell apart. Now the diary is no longer just a book. It feels alive. And the scariest part? It may already know who dies next.

this is my entry for marriage by law one shot contest. please please vote and comment and i hope you enjoy this.

Sekumpulan kata tidak penting penulis untuk mendeskripsikan situasi apa yang telah dialami selama 2019.

'But a black young girl of God cannot get Anorexia or mental illnesses-. This is my story. You probably have struggled like how I have too. These were my coping mechanisms. This was a battle. A battle you may have experienced as well. This was ongoing. This still is ongoing. I journaled my experience with anorexia on the bad and good days and how I felt God with me along the journey. I wanted to find my worth and identity again. God and I wanted to write this book to expose how anyone or any race and gender could struggle with mental health. This book encourages some specific readers to recover from any mental illness with professional help and guidance from God. I invited God to help me recover and he started working; I had relapses, obstacles but he still stood by my side with his mercy, patience and grace. In addition, this book could also be read by those who don't struggle with any mental illnesses but want to gain understanding on what it's like for someone who does and how God is real. This is my life with Anorexia and depression as a Christian who has God on her side. However I believe, 'What God cannot do, Does not Exist'- NSPPD. I aim to update this story until I heal fully. Will I ever heal? TW: WIEIAD INCLUDED SOMETIMES. LITTLE CALORIES MENTIONED BUT NO SEPCIFIC NUMBERS.

It's pugalicious

Super Napier is a high yielding green fodder. Super Napier can yield 180 to 200 tonnes per acre per year Its leaf length are 6 - 8 cm broad. They grow up to a high height 12 feet to 15 feet Super Napier has high crisp leaves. They have high leaf stem rate Super Napier can be harvested eight times a year The yield is made in a short period of time. Roots around the nodes can quickly grow.

In my opinion, action speaks better than words.

she takes a challenge. a challenge to write what makes her day beautiful. little did she know, it would change her life.

This is me just telling you guys how my life is going, so like a diary that's in public!

Things I would really write in my diary just anonymously with fake names online

Ve~ I found this and this is my dairy!

A book about my life and how I feel like a dairy. ⚠️swearing⚠️ ⚠️sh⚠️